There’s a particular softness to December mornings. The light arrives a little slower, as though it wants to unwrap the day carefully instead of rushing it open. And somehow that gentleness feels right for this season. Read more

Tonight felt like a little advent of joy. Read more

Addressing the allegations. Read more

I loved the child they were, but oh my heart… the adult they’re becoming is breathtaking. Read more

The Massacre of Friendship... Read more

Advent has never been in a hurry. Read more